Poem #22: Violence
#22 of Poetry
A poem I wrote while thinking about some of the physical abuse in my past, and how meaningless it all is; how destructive violence to the abused and the abuser.
Violence
Senseless purging of the heart
Ceaseless anger from which it starts
There is nothing but pain
Reason and love shall part
Virtues and morals are slain
Not a value to gain
Now nothing is the same
Reality that misery will drain
Many reasons to blame
Since violence has came
There is nothing to show
Of the wounds ill-fame
No reasons to know
Control yet to sew
Temptation so tart
So broken, you go.
~bhscorch
"Violence" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License